I turned twenty last week.
I never much cared for birthdays, at least not my own,
But for some reason, I turned twenty last week, and I was happy.
Perhaps it was the fact that my soulmate celebrated with me,
or perhaps it was the knowledge that good things would come my way.
But I turned twenty,
and I was happy.
I turned twenty on a Tuesday.
I had a whole day of classes and did not show up to a single one.
I turned twenty, and it was my day.
I turned twenty last week,
and the minute the clock hit midnight, I realized how grateful I was to turn twenty last week.
Because that Friday,
three days after I turned twenty last week,
I lost my soulmate.
I turned twenty last week,
and I am happy I turned twenty when I did.
Because I turned twenty and had one last happy day before my whole world went to shit.
I turned twenty last week,
I lost him last week,
but I kept holding on to hope that we would be found again.
I turned twenty last week,
I lost him last week,
but I truly lost him today.
and as much as it hurts,
I am happy I turned twenty last week,
because if I had turned twenty this week,
I don't think I would ever make it to twenty-one.
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